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Chapter 1730

Chapter 1730

The tension was palpable as all eyes and weapons turned towards Sean and Steward, vengeful rage

seething on behalf of Rain.

The building, an unfinished concrete skeleton without doors or windows, provided the perfect ambush

point. Sean's crew, hidden outside, sprang to life, their gunfire tearing through the silence. One by one,

the villains dropped like flies, smoke filling the air. Standing amidst the chaos, Sean exuded an aura of

icy grief.

His sister.

That quirky little girl who meant the world to him gone because of these monsters!

"Sean, there's more noise upstairs - probably their accomplices. I'll take some men and handle it. You

head to the car. The explosives are set; once we're out, this place will blow."

"No one gets a free pass today," Sean's voice was laced with a bloodthirsty resolve. "Whatever they did

to my sister, I want them to pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold."

"Understood!" Steward had never seen Sean like this before.

Always cocky and arrogant, Sean was now enveloped in sorrow and rage.

"I'm going to replace her."

Even if she was dead, disfigured, limbs severed, he would gather every piece of her and bring her

home.

On the eighteenth floor.

Martha's men exchanged glances, plotting to shoot Arabella in the chaos.

But Arabella was no ordinary woman. Sensing the danger, she kicked a chair towards them with

lightning speed.

The bullets only shattered the chair mid-air, and before the pieces hit the ground, Arabella had already

sent another chair flying towards them, knocking several heads with a thud. In a swift motion, she

kicked again, seizing their guns and gaining the upper hand.

The room erupted in chaos, the sounds of gunshots, breaking objects, and thugs collapsing filled the

air.

Serena couldn't see clearly from where she was hiding, her view obstructed, leaving her only with the

sight of Horace pummeling Martha.

"Stop. That's enough." she murmured anxiously, not daring to raise her voice.

Even after days confined at home, she feared the walls had ears, that servants might overhear her.

Seizing a moment, Martha threw a handful of powder at Horace, who quickly shielded his face and

staggered back. Martha pulled a gun from beneath a fallen wooden table and fired several shots in

Horace's direction.

Horace moved extremely fast, dodging the bullets with ease.

Wiping blood from her lip, Martha aimed the gun at Horace and questioned, "How did you get free?"

The knots binding them were Doom's signature, impossible to escape without a blade.

Horace smirked, revealing a hidden razor blade sewn into the hem of his shirt. "Not that it matters now,

but we've got blades sewn into our clothes. With a thread, we were free."

Not just him, but Arabella had several blades hidden too.

Whether their hands were bound in front or behind, they could effortlessly access the blades and slice

through the ropes.

Arabella had come up with this trick years ago. The stitching was inconspicuous, undetectable without

close inspection, especially in the thick fabric of winter clothing.

And it wasn't just blades – the button on his cuff hid a lifesaving pill crafted by Arabella. To an onlooker,

it seemed he'd simply rolled his sleeve for comfort, but only he knew its true potential, a secret weapon

that could turn the tide when it mattered most.